Face Job

Nobody at Think-A-Holic Lounge is famous for anything. No, I lied. Fred Fortune is famous all right. Famous for lying and stealing but then he's not a regular at the Lounge. He only shows up here whenever one of those free-agent wormholes touches down on Mars with the intake hole, so to speak, and then attaches the blow hole, so to speak, to our parking lot. Certainly not something anyone around here would wish on anybody else.

Anyway, as close to being famous as anyone ever came who had any legitimate business with Think-A-Holic Lounge are our former bodiless "doorpersons", who were never formally named by anyone and who never even named themselves (see the Employees-of-the-Month posting). We think they were pretty smart because being named — even if you pick you own name — severely limits your performance in life, no matter where you come from or where you're headed. It's a cosmic fact.

And, to prove my point, our former "door faces" are now the official faces for Science Fiction for Thinkers, the most famous of all the overlooked author websites on Earth. As a matter of fact, Science Fiction for Thinkers.com is so unpopular that we at Think-A-Holic Lounge would like to make the indie author who owns and runs it our Lounge mascot. If we can ever get rid of that blue-and-pink puss logo I sorta got got stuck with when I first started this damn barstool journal. On this side of the space-time continuum, there's no labor union more powerful than the Space Tavern Employees Watchdog Entity Directive (or STEWED, for short).

Hell, I'll betcha ten-to-one that Jimmy Hoffa's cosmic essence is their freakin' fearless leader.